>>12046968Holt backpedaled along with the officer's stunt, putting a fair deal of space between the both of them, as far as that could be said in the control room. His blade was coated in blood, gleaming ice all but dulled, dripping the vital fluids onto the floor in deepening puddles. He stared back at the soldier, noting where his eyes were going. While doing this he also noticed the cocky scientist had pulled a grenade, which made him scowl.
"Son of a bitch!" He exclaimed, anger raising even more as froslass was bitten super effectively. "Damn it, switch it up!"
Haunter broke away from the scientists and headed for the granbull, while froslass went to deal with the asshole who was know holding a bomb. Fortunately, she'd been with Holt long enough to know his thought process...in this case 'when in doubt, use ice.' With the last round of telekinesis in play, she went ahead and fired a third and probably final ice beam at the scientist. Or, more specifically, his hand. If the bastard wanted to play dead man, they'd just get creative to fix his wagon. Meanwhile, Haunter would go ahead and nail the granbull with disable to cripple its anti-ghost capabilities.
"You're pretty good." Holt told the brass, taking a fighting position of his own, one that sought to use the advantage of reach his weapon had over a knife. Sadly, the grunt was a combat pragmatist above all. With the sickle in one hand he quickly drew the sidearm HE still had and snapped off two shots at the soldier before he could dive for a firearm to use back.
> Ice beam and bright powder, same rules. 